© 1998 - 2010
Jerry van Kooten,
Twelfth Night

Jungle
these days
these days I can hardly breathe
caught in hypocrisy
you have to be blind to see

killjoys, you poison us all
with no conscience
well how much to sell your soul
the prices are going gold

Mr. Jungle - please
Mr. Jungle - please please me
go quench your libido
Mr. Jungle - please
Mr. Jungle - please leave me

it's a jungle, it's a jungle - help, help
please help me, life is a jungle
it's a jungle, it's a jungle - help, help
believe me, life is a jungle

you fool
before you play 'god' to your minions
there's something you ought to know
I've taken it up 'til now
but it gets too hot, - can you breathe

Mr. Jungle - please
Mr. Jungle - freeze sleaze
I question your notions
Mr. Jungle - please
Mr. Jungle - freeze freeze sleaze

it's a jungle, it's a jungle - help, help
please help me, life is a jungle
it's a jungle, it's a jungle - help, help
life is a jungle

(I'm out of my tree!)

Notes
Lyrics written by Andy Sears.
Released on the Virgin Album.